Daily Archives: 1/11/2008

My right bicep still felt off this morning, so I am moving my 2K3 workout A to Saturday morning to give it one more day to heal. Instead of the 2K3 workout, I did 45 minutes of Plyo X (only got in around 15 minutes of this workout because my knees were not happy about it…) combined with the Learn and Burn portion of the first Turbo Jam DVD. TJ feels utterly silly, but I admit that I found it sort of fun after I got the hang of the moves. Calorie burn was only 311 calories for the combined workouts, but at least I got moving this morning.

Eats will be clean through Meal 5, which is my planned early birthday cheat of sushi at Amura’s and a bit of birthday cake followed by four lovely hours of karaoke.

I’m down another pound today to 143.4 lbs just from clearing the crap from my diet and getting back to a regular workout routine. I took a look at my progress photos from a few years ago when I was between 17-18% bf and decided that I really want to get back there in this challenge. I know some people like to choose a celebrity physique as a goal for themselves, but I find it more motivating to just look at my own photos at goal body fat and just imagining myself like that again…but with better arms, shoulders, glutes, and lats! (The legs were already fine at 17% back then…I just didn’t have enough upper body mass for my taste.)

Sleepy morning for me. I woke up at 6 am, took care of the kitty litter, took the trash out before the truck came by, then fell back asleep until 8:30.

Whoops!

Off-topic to my fellow cat-loving readers: Does anyone else’s cat impatiently wait directly behind you when you are scooping, and immediately step inside the newly-cleaned litter box to stake his/her claim, or is that just my Neville? He also, immediately after taking care of business, spends about 10 minutes spazzing out and tearing around the house, through the kitty flap, around the patio, and back again yodeling “Ow-ruh! Ow-ruh! Ow-ruh!” like something scary attacked him while he was in the box. I suspect that his own poop baffles and terrifies him.

Crazy feline.

Well, I stayed clean on food today as penance, and I did run/walk intervals for 30 minutes during my lunch break in lieu of the missed skate this morning. Yoga and TT core to follow tonight when I get home from work.

Chris gets back tonight from Tallahassee, so my blissful solo evenings at home watching LA Ink and Project Runway while doing crunches and planks on the living room carpet are over for now.

Speaking of Project Runway, does anyone else watch? I cannot believe they booted Kevin last night (his dress wasn’t as disastrous as Christian’s or Ricky’s…or even the winner’s) AND gave the win to that hideous bubble-skirted, electric blue, bejeweled babydoll monstrosity that Victorya put out. BLARGH! Bubble skirts and babydoll silhouettes are not hot on anyone, no matter how in shape, stick-thin, or confident they are. That dress made her client (a slim high school track gal) look like a boobless, slouching blue popsicle complete with two sticks coming out of the bottom.

Observe:

I think this one by Chris (whom I am soooo glad they brought back the other week)…